I turned on the camera and aimed it at the doorway.

Strange?!

The phone screen only showed wax figures and the room, without any trace of my husband.

I put down the phone.

My husband was clearly at the door, walking out, such a big person!

I aimed the camera at him again.

No one!

His figure couldn't appear in the camera.

This eerie phenomenon sent shivers down my spine.

He's not my husband!

What is it?!

The phone lens couldn't capture it!

I watched it disappear from my sight.

It closed the door intentionally, afraid that I would escape.

I took out my phone and frantically took pictures of the wax figures in the room.

Only then did I notice that the wax figures in the photos had narrowed their eyes.

Due to the dimness of the room, the camera automatically turned on the flash.

The dazzling light flashed into the wax figures' eyes, and as living beings, they instinctively narrowed their eyes.

Call the police!

This heinous act must be punished by the law!

I dialed the emergency number.

This is simply a hell that attracts players to their deaths and deceives players to their doom.

"Hello! I want to report a crime. The location is the Wax Museum in the western suburbs. The owner here is a murderer! They make wax figures out of living people!"

"I'm inside the Wax Museum! I have photos, I have evidence! My phone can pinpoint the exact address!"

I said anxiously, my body trembling in fear.

I heard the sound of the operator typing on the keyboard, seemingly checking my location.

"Hello, ma'am, there is no such place where you are. The satellite map shows that it's a sea area."

The operator's cold words exploded in my head like thunder.

I insisted, "It's impossible! The Wax Museum in the western suburbs! We drove here! There's no sea nearby!"

The operator searched again.

"Sorry, ma'am, no such place found. Please leave your name, phone number, and residential address so that we can contact you for further investigation."

I accurately provided my personal information.

I cried and pleaded, "Can you please save me? I'm going to die! They're really going to kill me!"

The operator kindly tried to calm me down.

"Ma'am, please don't panic. Don't hang up the phone, I'll transfer you to the police officer responsible for your area."

I anxiously waited.

Every minute and second was torturous.

After a few minutes, they responded.

"Hello, ma'am, your household registration was canceled three years ago, and the cause of death was a fire. You and your husband, Mr. Wang, died of carbon monoxide poisoning."

"Are you sure you're not making a false report? We have reason to suspect that you're playing a prank!"

"Ma'am, are you still there?"

"If you continue to waste public resources like this, we will detain and fine you according to the law."

I felt stunned, and each word from the operator pierced my heart with waves of pain.

The hope that had just ignited plummeted into an abyss of despair, leaving no chance of survival.

Am I dead?

Is my husband dead?

What the hell is going on?

Where is this place?

Why can't it be found on the map?

Tickets!

Yes, the tickets have the addresses of the scenic area and shops for promotion!

I immediately took out the two tickets from my pocket.

The front sides were the same, with several big words: Wax Museum in the western suburbs, welcome to your visit!

On the back...

"The wax figures are alive."